Through a shield, cold and murky,
Tinted with a ghastly hue
Of unnatural, unholy, icy
Lies the object of my dread –
It's all in my head…
I see a skyline, once pure coral,
Now a sickly pinkish-grey
And the trees, once green and lovely,
Now in rot and anguish lay
Without the trees, Narayan's dead –
It's all in my head.
There are no lights in the village;
Silence is the only sound
And the vines now lie unwoven,
And my family, never found
Lives destroyed, cut short like thread –
It's all in my head,
As the Fog, so slowly creeping,
Like a predator, draws near
And both thrills me and it chills me
And it fills my soul with fear!
Black hatred smeared with red –
It's all in my head!
Then I hear my desperate howling
Like a tortured creature's cry,
And I know I'm trapped forever
And that here I'll surely die,
Sanity torn to shreds –
IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD!